Hurrah

Yey - I'll be working here.

I went for an interview on Thursday.

Put Johnson as my reference for the Convention Centre - they called him. He gave a good reference [minus the fact that I'm dating him, of course] and they called me on Monday to offer me the job. How lucky can I get? No, really?

How lucky can I get?

Just when I was getting depressed for not working - yep, I've been feeling like a total bum lately, [I haven't worked for three weeks and I felt restless] I got a call from the hotel asking me to come in for an interview. I knew the chances of getting the position were very slim. They were asking for a person with a 2-year hospitality experience. I had four - one month of which I went AWOL. Just being there for the interview was a good experience by itself already.

Plus the fact that I don't do well with female HR officers. Also the fact that I had a major encounter with a hair removal cream on my upper lip and the Thursday morning I was up for the interview, I looked like Charlie Chaplin. My diplomas for doing my course for Tourism and Marketing were missing and mum weren't helping me look for them. My transcripts were wrinkled and I was bawling my eyes because of the nerves.

I walked in the foyer, asked for directions to the HR office and waited for a few minutes. It was a typical interview...

"Tell me something about yourself..."

"I see here that you're working at the Convention Centre..."

" Why are you applying for the job..."

"I see that you're doing a Bachelor of Business with majors on Hotel Management and Marketing...."

"You've also done Tourism and Marketing courses, haven't you?"

"Are you a naturalised Australian?" Yep, I'm a twinkie... Yellow on the outside but white on the inside..

But what I wasn't prepared for was..

"Can you tell us something about Hyatt Regency?"

My smiled faltered a bit. I didn't do a research on the company I was applying for. All I know was that there are Hyatt hotels all over the world and that I vaguely remember having a Hyatt Hotel in Manila. But that was it. So I bullshit my way..

"Well, Hyatt is a five-star international hotel chain that have more than one hundred hotels all over the world.. I know that they cater for high-income target markets.." And the bullshit went on.

I also told them that my cousin [who really worked at The Heritage] worked atThe Hyatt and that the hotel has a reputation to uphold.

The HR officer then asked me to wait for a few minutes. I didn't know why but then another woman walked in and introduced herself as the manager of the F&B department. I almost laughed out loud because she looked just like Nia Vardalos - it scared me a bit.

I didn't know that it was my second interview - nobody told me. I was there for about an hour and they told me that they'd give me a call if my application was successful.

I walked out of there thinking, well, that's done. I don't expect them to call me.

Come Monday I received a call from them. Asked me if I was still interested for the position. I knew what was fucking and I had to bite my tongue from saying, fuck yeah. They offered me the position and I start on 18 of August.

Nice. Real Nice.

This morning though, I received another call from another international hotel asking me to come in for an interview.

When it rains, it pours.

I told them I got offered a job but thanks anyway.

Things are really looking up.


Did I say things are looking up?

Thank you to Johnson. I put him as my professional reference.

They called him and asked about me. My work ethics. My communication skills. Basically everything they need to know. He totally sucked up to them.

Telling them that I'm a team player, a hard worker, everything.

He called me straight after they called him asking me if I heard from them.

"Did they call you?"

"Who?"

"They called me asking about you. I think you got the job."

I did get the job. Thanks to him. I love him for doing that.


And he loves me too

I called him on my break this afternoon to see what he's been upto. Surprisingly, he picked up.

"Hey, how come you picked up?"

"Umm.. babe, it's cos you called."

"Oh, well, I just want to see what you're upto."

"How weird. I'm on my break. I was thinking of messaging you but thought you were at uni so I thought I'd message you when I finish work instead."

"Aww.. how sweet. Anyway, I just called you to say hi. I'm due to go back to the theatre so I'll speak to later, huh?"

"Yep, ok... I love you."

That was the first time he told me he loves me over the phone. I know he loves me so I don't have to hear it but it felt so damn good to hear him say it.

"Umm... Love you too."

He was laughing cos he knew he caught me off guard.

Jono, who was waiting for me to get off the phone made kissing noises.

"wow, nikki. you seem to really like him.."

"Yeah, I know. So far so good.."

He rolled his eyes and just laughed. He knew I'm happy where I am right now. 'Nuff said.



I gotta stop smoking

I was out of breath today at uni.

Why?

Because I played psuedo-tag with Jono.

I told him to come meet me after the lecture so I can introduce him to Dimps.

But the lecture went a little longer than usual and I found him sprinting towards the nearest exit, in desperate attempt to make it in his tutorial on time.

I called out to him, told him to just spare a few minutes to meet my best friend and he told me he can't otherwise he'll be late. I tugged at his shirt and he broke free then started running, with a teasing smile on his face.

Bastard.

I ran after him, calling out to him with everyone looking at us. Two uni students running around campus for no reason at all.

I was out of breath and I told myself to fuck it. I can't catch up to him. Not only does he run fast but he doesn't smoke too. So I didn't have a chance.

Damn it, I have to stop smoking.


House, M.D.

"I feel happy,"

"Is that your complain?"

Too funny.

You have to watch this series.


Happy Birthday

My nana's birthday is today.

She's 94.

Tried calling her but I couldn't reach her. She's all over the place. She plays Bingo everywhere and I just hope somebody tells her that her favourite [ouch to you, cousin dear..] grandchild tried calling her.

What I would give right now to be in Manila.


What I want

For the first time I know what I want.

I want Johnson to be a part of my life.

For a very, very long time.

Feeling proud

I got a message from friendster.

She was telling me how she and her boyfriend [another close friend] broke up about a week ago.

She also told me that I was the first one to know and since, I'm so far away - and too caring, she decided to fill me in with her recent dilemma.

Me, him and her were really close friends back in Manila. We didn't belong in the same group or anything but we did form a special bond.

I was the happiest person when I found out they hooked up.I did the unthinkable when I went back in Manila over eight months ago, but that's all over now. We all started a clean slate and nobody ever mentioned that.

Anyway, she told me that she was trying to get in contact with him but to no avail. He didn't want to talk and was always cancelling on her everytime she wanted to talk.

He's got his reasons and I love him very much but he is acting like a total dick about it.

I wish he comes to his senses soon before he loses her for good.

So my persona of being a good confidante and a good listener is alright.

It makes me feel good that I can still talk to my mates in Manila while living my life as a Coaster.

I remember a few months back, I was bitching about being sick to be the one who actually has to pick up the pieces after my friends but I honestly don't mind. I like mothering my friends.

I like giving them advices about certain stuff that they're not sure about. I don't like to be needed but it's good to know that if they needed someone - hi.

I love my friends - friends worth keeping, that is.